It's less than 4 miles to my bed. But those miles are the longest ones in the world. I've been nauseous for the past hour, and my head's been doing its thing.
Not to mention that I thought I was postdromey due to yesterday's migraine- I probably was. And I think I got a full more than 4 hours between waking up and feeling about as bright as a tree stump and the onset This one feels like yesterday's though. Not sure what to call this, but I do know where to move my garbage pail.
In other news- watch for my next sharepost- activism and standing up for your own needs shall be the theme. I just can't write it at the moment- words are jumbly. But, I did score a victory about something regarding my working conditions!
Right now I want a bed. Badly.
